Tim got up in the middle of the night and spent over an hour in the bathroom. I'm not sure how long he was out of bed, because I fell asleep again and didn't wake up when he came back to bed. This morning he said he'd gotten up because his penis hurt. The pain subsided over a period of a couple of hours and was gone by the time he left for work this morning. I asked whether it was still numb, and he said "not completely." I don't know whether we're back to where it was a couple of weeks ago or better or worse. He didn't elaborate.

I talked with Megan on the phone about the ideas I had for reenacting the scene in Tim's sister's bedroom that fateful night. She said she'd check with some girlfriends who she thinks would be open-minded about such a scene. She mentioned one in particular, a full-busted gal named Jenny, who is 6 ft 4 inches tall and probably outweighs Tim. She thought if any woman could subdue Tim, she'd be the one, and she's uninhibited and has a great sense of humor. I asked about Alicia, but Megan hadn't seen or heard from her for a few weeks and didn't know whether she was in town or traveling on business again, but she'd give her a call. I told her I thought we'd need at least five women including me to do the scene right. She said she'd see what she could do.

I mentioned also that Tim seemed to be getting feeling back in his penis, and she wanted to know whether I wanted to numb him again right away or let him at least try to get an orgasm first. I didn't know how to answer. I suppose Tim would opt for the most frustrating situation we could devise. If his penis has enough feeling, the hot-liquid scene we had discussed would be a possibility. Much depends on how much feeling he has, whether he can get at least a partial erection, and whether he is still unable to reach orgasm even by oral sex.

I'm finding that the staging area for packing for the trip has too much stuff for flying. I've put some things back in the closet. We definitely want to take Dick along, but we can probably improvise for other toys or use what Megan has. I wonder what reaction the TSA people will have if they see Dick going through the X-ray.

There's been a change in plans for getting to the airport. Misty will drive us instead of Mike. It's an off Friday tomorrow for her and Tim, so having her drive means that Mike doesn't have to take time away from the restaurant. I suppose I should have thought of that first. I told her about the playtime activities I had in mind, and she said she'd love to be there but maybe she can just tease Tim after we get back.

Sandi

I asked Tim when he got home whether he'd want us to numb him by banding right away when we got to California or let him try to get an orgasm by masturbating first or try to get an orgasm by oral sex first or see whether he can get an erection with or without the Velcro zip tie first or sleep naked between Megan and me a few nights first or something else. He was noncommittal. "Surprise me," he said. It seems he'd rather take what he favors least than know in advance (let alone determine in advance) what we'll do to him. I'm thinking we should let him enjoy some feeling in his penis for a while, as long as he can't get an orgasm. In any case, pouring scalding oil or syrup over the head of his penis definitely looks like it should precede numbing. He'll want to experience the pain, I'm sure.

There's another possibility, too. Years ago he used some wart remover on his lip. It hurt so badly that he was whimpering like a little baby. So shortly thereafter, while I had him tied up to beat his testicles, I opened a bottle of the stuff while sitting on his tummy blocking his view. When he got a sniff of the chemical, he went into panic mode. So if the hot liquid doesn't work out, I may try wart remover.

I have my suitcase packed and ready to go. Tim's still throwing things into his. Tomorrow morning we head out.

Sandi

We got in to California before Megan gets off work, so we did a little sight-seeing while waiting for her to get home. When she arrived, she told us Jenny was going to be over for dinner to get acquainted. (I have to remind myself that out here "dinner" means "supper," i.e., the evening meal.) We got take-out pizza, and by the time we got back to Megan's house, Jenny was there.

Now, Jenny is a big woman. I wouldn't call her overweight, but she's not slender, either, and she's tall enough that her size-D boobs are about shoulder-high on Tim. She's not exactly soft-spoken, either. The word "loud" comes to mind.

After supper (ahhh, dinner) Jenny turned to Mike and said, "Well, let's see this penis that everybody's fussing about."

Tim looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. I shrugged my shoulders, and he unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out.

Jenny huffed and had the impatient look of a parent who has just reminded a three-year-old for the fifth time. "I mean take your clothes off," she said.

Tim looked at me again, and I shrugged my shoulders again. Tim started undressing. A couple of minutes later he was standing in front of her naked.

Jenny grabbed his penis and gave it a firm tug. "This little thing?" she said. "I was expecting a lot bigger from all the talk." She turned to me and added, "Are you going to cut it off while you're out here?"

I told her that would create too many complications, but that making it useless was definitely a possibility.

"Looks pretty useless right now," she said. She pinched the skin on the side of his penis between her fingernail and thumbnail, and Tim gasped and pulled away. "Thought you said he was numb," she said.

"He was until yesterday," I said. "He was numb for a couple of weeks from having it banded. He still can't get an erection. Before he was banded, he couldn't get a hard enough erection for sex without help from a Velcro band around it, and orgasms seem to be a thing of the past for him."

Jenny pushed Tim's limp penis aside, grabbed his testicles and squeezed, hard. "Are these numb, too?" she said.

Tim gasped. "No!" he said. "That hurts!"

"Wonderful!" Jenny said. "Spread your legs."

Tim looked at me again, and I nodded. He spread his legs, but he was still looking in my direction when Jenny brought her knee up into his groin. That sent him to the floor, rolling around and gasping for breath.

"I think there are possibilities here," Jenny said, laughing.

As Tim began to recover, Megan knelt beside him. "Let me see this little wee-wee," she said. She examined Tim's penis for a few seconds, then asked, "What happened to the hole?"

"It pretty much healed over," I said. "We haven't needed the chastity device lately. It's pointless if he's impotent."

"Well, I suppose we can always punch a new hole if he ever does get a hard on," she said. She grasped the penis between her thumb and forefinger and whipped it from side to side. Then she started giggling. "You know what we ought to do?" she said, then, not waiting for an answer, she said, "We ought to have his penis tattooed with a dotted line around the base and the words 'Cut Here'." The three of us laughed, but Tim was still not done recovering from the kneeing and was in too much pain to see the humor.

The conversation from that point pretty much ignored Tim. A few minutes later, he started getting dressed.

Jenny looked at him sternly. "I didn't tell you you could get dressed!" she said. She looked at Megan and me. "Did anyone tell him he could get dressed?" she asked.

Megan and I laughed and shook our heads.

Jenny turned to Tim again. "Get those clothes off!" she ordered.

Tim meekly complied and stayed naked until Jenny left, about an hour later.

At bedtime, Megan and I both had Tim undress us, then the three of us slept together naked, with Tim in the middle. Megan grabbed his hand and placed it on her vulva, and Tim got the hint and began petting. I figured there wasn't much he could do with his penis, so I wasn't worried about them having intercourse. I just rolled over and went to sleep, as I was tired from the trip and not in the mood to wait my turn for Tim's attention.

When I woke up this morning, Tim was still sound asleep, but Megan was up, standing at the foot of the bed with four lengths of rope. She held her finger over her mouth, grinning, and held up the ropes. I caught her meaning, and we gently tied the ropes around Tim's wrists and ankles, then slowly stretched him out and tied the other ends of the ropes to the bedposts. Then we went to the kitchen, trying not to wake him with our giggles.

We got breakfast ready and were sipping coffee when we heard Tim struggling in the bedroom. "I've gotta pee," he said.

Megan sighed. "Aw, crap!" she said. "Don't want wet sheets." We untied him, and he disappeared into the bathroom, where he stayed for half an hour. Megan and I got tired of waiting and started breakfast without him. Over breakfast, she said she'd arranged her vacation to match our stay, but she couldn't get all the girls together until next weekend. In fact, she hadn't been able to get hold of Alicia until yesterday. She, Mandy (who was the other gal who saw Tim's penis the last time we were here) and Jenny have all agreed to be involved in a scene more or less reenacting the incident in Tim's sister's bedroom 30 years or so ago.

Megan hadn't had time to get groceries for the week before we arrived, so she told Tim where to find the beer in the refrigerator, and the two of us left him behind and went shopping, and we haven't done anything really extraordinary for the rest of the day so far. We've just been relaxing an enjoying the sunshine. The official temperature is just under 70, but it felt warmer on Megan's patio. We have nothing big planned for the evening, but Alicia knows we're here and might drop by to say hello.

UPDATE AROUND 8:00 PM:
Alicia did stop by briefly to welcome us to California and confirm that what Megan had told her about the plans for next weekend was okay with us. She wasn't here more than about ten minutes.

We spent much of the afternoon just talking. Well, Megan and I talked, anyway. Tim sat there politely. :-)

We're off to bed now with the same sleeping arrangement as last night. It's early, but for Tim and me, body clocks are still thinking it's Illinois time.

Sandi

I woke up on Illinois time. The sky was just beginning to show the first hints of dawn, but my body refused to sleep any more. I decided to get up rather than lie there rolling around restlessly and waking Tim and Megan up. I dug out my laptop to check the news headlines but didn't get far before Tim wandered out. He lay down on the couch and beckoned for me to come over. I lay down on top of him. The warmth of his body felt good, as the house was a bit chilly and we were still naked. I lay my head on his shoulder, and he stroked my hair gently. God I love that man. After a few minutes of this, I drifted back to sleep.

I awoke to the sounds and smell of bacon frying. The sun was fully up, so I must have dozed off for at least half an hour or so. I climbed off of Tim and went to the kitchen to see how I could help Megan with breakfast.

I told Megan that Jenny seemed taller than I'd pictured her. Tim is about five-foot-eight or -nine, but Jenny's boobs are almost shoulder-high on him. Megan said that height is a touchy subject with Jenny. Guys seem to prefer women who are shorter than they are, so being tall severely narrows her dating prospects. Her loud voice and big boobs probably intimidate men, too. They seem to find her fun to be with, but she rarely gets dates. Some of the men where Jenny works refer to her as The Amazon, which must hurt. Megan said that when she cited a height of six-foot-four, she was just guessing. She'd never actually asked Jenny her real height. I'm thinking something closer to six-foot-seven.

We had breakfast in the buff and none of us has gotten dressed yet. We don't seem to feel the ambition to do much. Megan is doing some ironing, though. Tim's working a puzzle from the newspaper, and I'm just sitting here with my laptop making this entry in the blog. It seems a shame to waste a weekend of vacation this way, but relaxing is a big part of the reason for vacations, I suppose. When I finish this, I think I'll get some clothes on.

Sandi

I want her!!! Hehe smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

I want her!!! Hehe smooches Jackie

LOL! I'll put in a good word for you, Jackie.

This afternoon Megan noted that Alicia turns 31 on the 21st, and it would be nice to do something special with her for her birthday. I said, with a wink, that taking Tim's penis home as a trophy might be nice. I thought that might get a reaction from Tim, but he just sat there reading the paper. But seriously, it would be nice to do something for her that isn't centered on Tim's penis. Maybe taking her out to dinner. (See--I'm learning to speak Californian. Dinner means supper. Got it.)

Talking about Alicia's birthday reminded me that Misty turned 24 yesterday, and I spaced it out with all the goings-on here, so I called to wish her a belated happy birthday and apologize for forgetting. She said Mike had taken her out to supper (yeah, it's back home, so I'll call it supper). She had been over to our house and got the perishables out of the refrigerator so that we wouldn't come home to a green jungle of mold. I'd told her to go ahead and use anything she could. Cristy picked Mia up after school, and she and Ashley did homework together until Misty came to pick her up.

Mandy said she was going to stop by this afternoon, but we haven't seen her yet. Megan said that when she asked Mandy to participate in the activities next weekend, she was less enthusiastic than Jenny and Alicia. She didn't say no, but Megan felt some misgivings. I don't know what her reasons might be, but when she comes, maybe we can talk about any reservations she has about it. In the mean time, we don't want to go anywhere or start anything big, not knowing when the doorbell will ring. It's been a lazy day, just talking and catching up on what's been going on mostly.

Sandi

I'm up early again. Tim seems to be over his jet lag, but not me. He and Megan are still asleep.

Mandy finally came by yesterday evening. She wanted to talk to Megan and me privately, i.e., with Tim out of the room. It turns out that she has no issues with participating with ripping Tim's clothes off, tying him up, and abusing his testicles, but she doesn't want to be naked or participate in simulated sex with Dick. Besides, she expects her period to start later this week. She wondered whether she'd spoil everything if she just undressed down to bra and panties. I assured her that it would be okay.

It's chilly in the house again this morning, especially for sitting around naked. The laptop does provide a little heat on my thighs, which feels good. Megan likes to use the furnace and air conditioning as little as possible, and in this climate you probably could get by with neither in a pinch. She figures that if the house starts the day chilly, she won't have to turn on the air conditioning later in the day, or at least she can delay turning it on. It makes sense economically, I suppose.

Last night we went to bed early, just after Mandy left. Megan and I had Tim use Dick on both of us. He was pretty well exhausted by the time he'd satisfied us. I decided he needed at least some sexual reward for being a good sport, so I gave him oral sex for what seemed like half an hour or more, but he wasn't able to achieve either an erection or orgasm. If he'd had even a "starter" erection, I'd have used the Velcro zip tie on him, but he was totally limp. I finally gave up, and he thanked me for trying. Megan and I decided that he ought to have at least some sexual pleasure, so we tied him to the bed and took turns kneeing his testicles.

Today I plan to get a bottle of wart remover to test oh the head of Tim's penis. If that works the way I expect it to, it will probably be just as effective as hot liquid and a lot less messy.

Sandi

I still say tattoo the head black...and ring it...smooches jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

I still say tattoo the head black...and ring it...smooches jackie

Gotta do something that appeals to me. That wouldn't, Jackie. But the dotted line with "cut here" does sound amusing.

We spent the day relaxing. Went to the beach, walked the sand, dipped toes in the Pacific, had late lunch at a restaurant at the end of a pier. Nothing big, and no plans for anything big tonight. Just relaxing and enjoying not having housework, and I think Tim is enjoying not going to work.

Sandi

Another night of frustration for Tim, sleeping between Megan and me, all of us naked for the night. He says he has feeling in his penis, but it's not "sexually responsive," and he says it's pretty much like before the last banding: Masturbating his penis is about as stimulating as masturbating his finger. We tried to give him an erection, but he couldn't get enough of a "starter" erection for banding with the Velcro zip tie to do any good. Even with two naked women playing with it, it didn't enlarge much. I offered to try giving him oral sex, but he said it would be pointless.

Megan and I went shopping and left Tim at the house. He busied himself with gardening. Megan has a gardener who comes every couple of weeks to mow the lawn and trim the bushes, but he doesn't do everything every time he comes, and Tim noticed that the bougainvilleas were getting out of control, so he decided go shape them up a little.

We invited Jenny to come over for dinner tonight. She seems like she can be a lot of fun to be with, even without any activities involving Tim's genitalia. We plan to play Balderdash, which should be fun with someone as quick-witted as she seems to be.

Sandi

My body didn't even make it to dawn before waking up this morning. Megan and Tim are still in bed, but I just couldn't stay asleep.

We had a lot of fun last night with Jenny. She has a really quick wit. When we played Balderdash, all her "definitions" involved male genitals. (For those unfamiliar with the game: It involves inventing bogus definitions for obscure words, and you get points for getting other players to accept your definition as correct.) I don't recall specific definitions Jenny gave, but they were generally of the flavor of "Axolotl: A tool for chopping off men's penises; a larger version of the axalittle used for circumcision." She didn't fool anybody, but she got a few points by guessing the correct definition, and she kept us laughing.

We played the game after dinner, then had ice cream and just talked, but just before she left, Jenny told Tim to stand up and take his clothes off. Tim obeyed, this time without looking at me for approval. She played with his penis for a minute, but Tim didn't get even the start of an erection. Then she ordered him to spread his legs wide and gave him a kick in the crotch that left him doubled up on the floor for several minutes. "I love doing that," she said. "There's something so satisfying about it." Then she burst out laughing.

Megan, Tim and I slept together naked again last night with pretty much the same results as on previous nights, except that Tim was complaining that his testicles were still too sore from the kick for us to play with his genitals.

Sandi

Lucky bastard..all that beautiful skin to rub against...Yum smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Lucky bastard..all that beautiful skin to rub against...Yum smooches Jackie

I think for him it's more like "water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink." This weekend will be even worse for him. He'll have all the naked women he could ever hope to have, all at once, focused on his genitalia, and he won't be able to get an erection.

Jenny told me she's really looking forward to the weekend. She said she hasn't "had a man inside" her in five years. It'll just be Dick, the artificial penis, but it'll be attached to Tim, and she thought that would be close enough for her. She said she gets wet thinking about it. I hope it turns out to be all she's expecting (and all Tim would like, too).

This afternoon Megan and I plan to tie Tim between two trees in the back yard. The yard is fairly well enclosed by trees and bushes, but I imagine that neighbors could get a glimpse of him if they really tried. In any case, it'll be a different experience for him to be naked outdoors where there's at least the potential to be discovered. We're not sure yet what we're going to do to him out there. We may just let him sweat it out for an hour wondering. :-)

Sandi

I have the feeling that this scenario of impotency, in the face of extreme stimulation, is exactly what Tim wants...Exactly!...Has he ever exhibited any tendencies toward being "sub"? Man...big ole Jenny impaled on the end of a rubber dick attached to Tim's flaccid manhood...Love it...
smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

I have the feeling that this scenario of impotency, in the face of extreme stimulation, is exactly what Tim wants...Exactly!...Has he ever exhibited any tendencies toward being "sub"? Man...big ole Jenny impaled on the end of a rubber dick attached to Tim's flaccid manhood...Love it...
smooches Jackie

I'm not entirely sure what all is involved in being a "sub," but he does like to be tied up and abused and teased sexually, especially when he can't get relief. We've tried numbing his penis with lidocaine, having him wear a chastity device, and now, long-term (and possibly nearly permanent) numbing or great reduction of sexual sensitivity in his penis from banding. I think he'd prefer to have an erection and not be allowed to use it rather than simply being incapable of getting an erection or orgasm, but he seems quite happy with the current situation. If that's what being a sub means, then I guess he's a sub. Does that make me a dominatrix? Somehow I don't feel like that term fits me. Sure, I enjoy what we do to him. There's no question about that. The "deer in the headlights" look he gets on his face is precious when he realizes that he's reached the limit of what he can handle and knows that more is coming. But I can't see myself doing it if he didn't want it--almost beg for it, actually--and I can't see myself dressing up in leather and wielding a whip. Strange as it may seem, I do it out of love. That may be a bit warped, but that's how I see it.

The irony is that, in all other aspects of life, he's a take-charge kind of guy. He brings home the bacon. I haven't had to hold down a job since we've been married. He figures the taxes, pays the bills, fixes what needs fixing, etc. If he decided we should move to Maine tomorrow, I'd follow, even though I don't think I'd like it. The kinky stuff is highly "compartmentalized," and though I can't minimize its importance to our relationship, love and respect are what have kept us together for 20 years, not testicle abuse.

For what it's worth, Megan and I are going to have Tim give us each an hour with Dick tonight. I think he'll be tired enough after that to sleep well, but it may take him half the night to get the mental images out of his head.

Sandi

Yesterday Megan and I tied Tim between two trees in the back yard and left him there for an hour, not telling him what we were going to do to him. As far as we know, nobody saw him, but the neighbor's dog did take an interest in him, though it couldn't get to him. We were thinking that it would have been amusing if the dog had gotten loose and came over and sniffed Tim's penis the way dogs tend to sniff each other. I can imagine the thoughts that would be going through Tim's mind: "Is this dog going to just sniff, or is he going to think my penis tastes like lunch?" Anyway, after leaving him there for an hour, we released him. We just couldn't get inspired by anything we could think of to do to him. I think he did enjoy the feeling of not knowing what was in store, even though nothing really was.

Last night, as planned, Tim gave us each an hour's worth of sex with Dick. It seemed ironic to use condoms on an artificial penis, but since we were both going to be using it, we did for the sake of hygiene. I was first. Tim was pretty well exhausted by the time he finished with Megan, but I wouldn't have minded a second round. Dick is bigger than Tim's penis and, in a sense, more satisfying, though the psychological aspect is different. I've come to accept that Tim is getting a good deal of psychological pleasure from his inability to get physical pleasure while giving us physical pleasure. I offered him oral sex so that he at least had a chance at an orgasm, but he thought it would be pointless with his penis in its current condition.

This morning we sat around talking, still naked after breakfast. Megan said she would like to have Tim "rape" her sometime while we're here. She seems to like the idea of being overpowered, subdued, stripped, tied up and ravished by a man (under controlled circumstances, of course). She doesn't want to experience a real rape, but in a controlled setting, especially where Tim can't use his penis, she finds it intensely erotic.

Tim really prefers to be the one overpowered. He seems apprehensive about the idea of overpowering a woman who's fighting him off. The cave-man role is not one he's comfortable in. Playtime's attraction for him seems to be in not being in charge. It allows him to put everything that's gnawing at his mind on the back burner and live totally in the moment. He's compare it to bungee jumping, race-car driving and other thrill-seeking activities.

Well, I suppose it's about time for me to stop loafing around, get some clothes on and start the day's activities.

Sandi

We're taking a break from anything sexual. Tim took Megan's car in for an oil change. (She couldn't remember when she had it changed last, and Tim said if she couldn't remember, it was probably too long.) Tonight we plan to sleep three-in-a-bed and naked, but just sleep; and I hope I'm over the jet lag enough to get a good night's rest. We're not sure what we're doing tomorrow, but we've ruled out anything sexual. Saturday morning Megan wants to get to the Farmers' Market. Saturday afternoon is when all the girls are planning to come over.

Sandi

Megan and I are spending the day with housework--laundry, ironing, vacuuming, dusting, cooking, etc. have to be done even on vacation. Tim got bored and went outside, where he found that part of Megan's lattice fence had rotted out, so he went off to Home Depot and is now dismantling the fence and replacing the wooden lattice with plastic.

Megan commented that she regrets letting Tim get away over 20 years ago when she dated him. Back then she was idealistic and Tim wasn't the dream lover she was looking for. Multiple divorces have changed her views, and a kinky guy who actually does work around the house and holds down a steady job have their appeal, especially one who's always ready for sex but can't get her pregnant.

We're taking a lunch break. We called Tim in, but he said he had "just a little more" to reach a good stopping point. That was close to an hour ago. I think I'll put the computer away and go hand him a beer and a sandwich.

Sandi

Just cuddling tonight, waiting for the big day tomorrow.

Sandi

This morning Tim put a second coat of paint on the wooden parts of the fence he repaired yesterday while Megan and I went to the Farmers' Market and picked up a few items at the supermarket that we couldn't get at the market. By the time we got back, Jenny was already waiting at the house, and Alicia and Mandy arrived a few minutes later. We had lunch together, then kicked Tim out of the house while we scripted the scene. The girls would undress in the guest bedroom (except for Mandy, whose period hadn't ended yet), and they would fake a pillow fight. I'd hand Tim a makeup mirror and tell him to peek under the door to find out what all the noise and giggling were about. They'd be looking for the mirror and give him a good show, then jerk the door open, and the real fun would begin.

Things went pretty much as planned. I waited in the kitchen while Tim went to take a peek. When I heard the door open, I joined the group. By the time I got into the room, Jenny was sitting on him, holding his arms against the floor over his head and dangling her breasts in his face. Alicia had removed his shoes and sox and was pulling his pants off. Tim wasn't struggling and appeared to be in pain, so I assumed that Jenny had subdued him by kicking him between the legs.

"Was he being a voyeur?" I asked.

Jenny answered, grinning. "The worst kind," she said.

"Well, then," I said, "he needs to be punished, doesn't he?"

A moment later, Tim was naked from the waist down, and Alicia was tying his ankles together. Then Jenny got up without releasing her grip on his wrists, and the girls rolled him over, and they pulled his shirt and undershirt off. Jenny brought his hands down behind his back, and Megan put on handcuffs. I undressed as they were lifting him onto the bed. Jenny held his ankles and spread his legs while Alicia held him down by sitting on his chest, and Mandy tied his ankles to the bedposts. Mandy put a practice golf ball in his mouth as a gag, securing it in place with a shoe string around this head.

The girls played with his "silly little impotent wee-wee" and told him to get it up or we'd cut it off. Of course, he couldn't, so we sent Mandy to the kitchen for a paring knife while I banded his penis with a small zip tie, pulling it as tight as I could by hand. Mandy returned, gripped Tim's penis and held the knife against it ready to cut, but Megan said to wait until we got some plastic under him so that the blood wouldn't ruin the bedspread. She went to the garage and returned with a plastic painter's tarp. We lifted his buttocks off the bed while she slipped it under him. Mandy then got ready to cut again, but Alicia said she wanted to have some fun with him before we cut his penis off. She held Dick up, and we all giggled.

The girls then lifted his buttocks off the bed again, while I strapped the artificial penis onto him. I claimed the right to be first, but we took turns satisfying ourselves, changing condoms for each one's turn. Mandy, of course, couldn't participate in that, but she was in charge of pushing his head back down on the bed whenever he tried to sit up.

Altogether we were having sex with Dick for over two hours. Mandy then asked whether she could finally cut his penis off. I told her go go ahead. Jenny sat on his chest, ostensibly to hold him down but also to block his view of his penis. By that time, of course, his penis was totally numb, so he couldn't tell whether he was being cut or not. All he could feel, he said later, was Mandy's tugging on it. Mandy made a few slicing motions, and we made comments--"Yuk!", "Let's see!", "What's the cut end look like?", "I want to hold it!", "Shall we save it in alcohol or run it down the garbage disposal?" and so on, all the while giggling like schoolgirls.

"Well, Tim," I said, "you don't have to worry about ever getting an embarrassing erection when Misty comes over now, It came off nice and clean, too. We'll need to cauterize the wound. Hope you're numb enough for that."

"Is it okay if I put it down the garbage disposal?" Mandy wanted to know. I told her to go ahead, and she left the room. A moment later we heard the sound of running water, followed by the sound of the garbage disposal. Mandy returned with a satisfied smile on her face.

While this was going on, Megan was plugging in a soldering pencil on an extension cord. She handed it to me and, out of Tim's sight behind Jenny, she slipped me a cube of stew beef, then disappeared to the kitchen to fetch paper towels that she'd stained with red food dye.

I "cauterized" the cube for several minutes, making comments about the blood flow When I announced that the bleeding seemed to have stopped, Megan produced the paper towels "to wipe up the blood." Of course, she hid the stained part until she had pretended to clean up the puddle of blood. She then showed the towels to Tim. "Not a lot of blood loss," she said. "I don't' think you'll need to go to the hospital."

Jenny then climbed off of him. He still couldn't see his penis, because Dick was in the way. I tied a rope around his scrotum above his testicles, and Mandy untied his ankles. "I think we need to give the cauterizing a little pressure test by giving him some exercise," I said. I led him to the back yard, and we took turns jogging around the the yard, leading him with the rope like a dog on a leash.

After he was thoroughly worn out, Megan took the handcuffs off. Tim couldn't wait to unstrap Dick and see whether he still had a penis or not. Megan handed him fingernail clippers to cut the zip tie off with. By this time, the tie had probably been on his penis a little short of three hours, but Tim was relieved to see that he still had a penis.

Megan and I got cake and ice cream ready, and we all sat round the table, still naked, laughing about what had just happened and the look of panic Tim had had on his face. "You guys really had me going there," he said. I think that was an understatement. The girls got dressed and left shortly thereafter.

It as almost perfect. The one problem is that we'll have to put off burning the head of his penis until he gets some feeling back in it.

Sandi